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Mavis and her hippo love the rain. She and Gertrude especially enjoy the pitter pat of the thousands of acidic drops pounding down on Gerty’s new pink parasol. Mavis Rose and the pachyderm purchased these new rain defenders at the dime store on their way home from a tough circus gig. The metallic skeletons span roughly three feet and the vinyl casing drips over the seams like patent leather on a prostitute. Each time the rain hisses from the dark sky, the troublesome duo hobble home to their lovely humble abode where Mavis tucks the hippo into bed and reads her ghost stories. Their relationship is as thick as molasses. Mave and Gertie love each other dearly. Nothing can tear them apart. (Not even the rain)